Fated to the Alpha–And His Triplet Brothers

Chapter 74: Sweet torture.

*~ Caspian’s POV~*

"Fine. What do you want?" I spat, my voice sharp. "Just stay away from me, you heartless monster."

Her face didn’t flinch. Not even a twitch of guilt or pain. I was waiting for it—for a glimpse of the woman I once knew. The one who used to call Cayden a monster with real hatred in her eyes. Maybe if I said it to her face, perhaps if I called her what she feared most... it would snap her out of this.

But she didn’t flinch.

She smirked.

"Will you still call me a monster," she purred, her voice like silk and sin, "when you’re deep inside me, tugging my hair, your size stretching me open while you growl like you did that night?"

I froze. Flabbergasted. Her words wrapped around me like a noose.

And then...God help me...she moved. Slowly, deliberately, her fingers lifted to the hem of her gown. My heart thudded. No. No, not now.

She slipped one sleeve down, then the other, revealing the smooth curve of her shoulder, her collarbone. I swallowed. Hard. A heat swirled low in my stomach, tightening, roaring. Don’t react. Don’t give in.

But my body betrayed me.

The gown slid lower, past her breasts, exposing her black lace bra, until it fluttered to her knees and pooled at her feet. Now she stood before me in nothing but that bra and matching panties. Her skin glowed. Her figure slender, soft, and dangerous was carved like a siren meant to destroy men.

"Now," she whispered, stepping out of her dress completely. "Come to me, Caspian. And don’t hold back. Growl for me. Just like you did earlier ... I need to fuck the angry version of you tonight."

"Hazel." My chest heaved. " You don’t want to do this."

"Oh, but I do." Her voice was velvet. Certain.

"Then I don’t." My voice cracked. Correct content is on NovelFire

Her gaze dropped. "Are you sure?" she asked, eyes flicking toward my crotch.

I followed her stare.

Shit.

My length was already hard, pressing against the fabric, betraying everything my mouth just said. My cheeks flamed red. What the hell is happening to me?

She smiled, catlike and wicked, and sauntered toward me. Her hips swayed, deliberate and slow. When she reached me, her arms wrapped gently around my neck, fingers threading into my hair.

"Don’t worry," she whispered, pressing her lips just beside my ear, her breath hot. "I’m your wife. It’s perfectly normal for married couples to explore... new desires."

No. This isn’t normal.

this

I’ve been tasked with flipping them back on. Not when the world around

was. Standing frozen. Watching

to her bra strap—slow, seductive, like

"Wait. Please... don’t."

My voice cracked.

my body... my body was betraying me. Craving her. Weak for her. Even when everything in me

touched hers now. I wasn’t

wanted to pounce

her gasp as I filled her. To tug her hair and make her feel every inch of what she asked for.

to suck on those breasts until she was whimpering

face between her thighs until she screamed my name and shattered back into herself—emotionally, mentally, spiritually—like I could

wouldn’t. I

like velvet soaked in sin. "All of this is

she took off her

chest dropped—hard and fast—like

stood full and proud, nipples already hard,

pressed them

It’s been so long since anyone touched me like

closer, her eyes locked

her head, "I’ll ask Cayden instead. And you know

clenched. Rage. Desire.

begging for you. Kiss me,

when I thought I

pounding rhythm

She reached for me.

fingers grazed mine. Her touch was soft, maddeningly warm. She lifted

Soft. Full. Bare.

into my touch like

with need. "I need the rage you were showing

lips curled into a smirk as she leaned in, eyes daring me to

the emotions back into me. Fuck the hell out of me. Bring me to the edge. Over and over. And then...

right. Insane pleasure might be the only thing strong enough to

this was the

this was

grip on her tightened

I murmured darkly, dragging her closer, our bodies now pressed together, heat

lowered my voice